Such is my final word in our mortal duel.
Pauline
Madame, I am now at your feet, as you but now were at mine. Let us
slay each other if you like, but let us not murder him! Let his life
be spared, though it be at the cost of mine!
Gertrude
Will you give him up?
Pauline
I will, madame.
Gertrude (she lets her handkerchief fall in the excitement of her
passionate speech)
You are deceiving me! You tell me this, because he loves you, because
he has already insulted me by avowing it, and because you believe that
he will not love me any longer. Now this will not do, Pauline, you
must give me some pledge of your sincerity.
Pauline (aside)
Her handkerchief! Ah! I see with it the key of her desk. It is there
that the poison is locked up! (Aloud) Did you say pledges of my
sincerity? I will give them to you. What do you demand?
Gertrude
Really, I do not care for more than one proof that you mean what you
say, and that is, that you should marry the other suitor.
Pauline
I will marry him.
Gertrude
And you must, at this very moment, plight your troth with him.
Pauline
Go to him yourself, madame, and tell him; and then come here with my
father, and--
Gertrude
And what?
Pauline
And I will give him my word; even though this be to give away my life.
Gertrude (aside)
In what a tone she uttered that. With what resolution! And without
tears--I feel sure she is keeping something back! (Aloud) And so you
are quite resigned to this?
Pauline
I am.
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